Nothing much to write at the moment, as I'm feeling sooo bad about the state of the kitchen and want to get SOME of it done before Jamie gets home in, say, a half-hour or so.

Dreamt the other night that I was still going to SFU... It was the main building, the quadrangle... but somehow different: an indoor courtyard thing, very high ceilings, and while the lower floors were still classrooms (which is true in real life), the upper floors were the dorm rooms... Megan had gone home for the summer, leaving her room empty, and I was thinking about taking it over. All the rooms were rather small, but the wall facing the corridor were made of glass. Privacy was afforded by vertical floor-length blinds in front of each set of two rooms. Mine was beside Devin Chan, from high school. I knew I lived with Jamie, but I've always sort of wanted to live in a dorm for a while... I thought this would be a good chance to get to know people.

Isn't it weird how in certain blogs and comment streams you occasionally hear about how things are "in real life", as opposed to the internet. In "real life", blogging and reality are not mutually exclusive... people can not really pretend to be invisible when they blog or comment on blogs... As far as I'm concerned, they're the same person.

And finally, I'm taking another class this summer, after all. I had forgotten to check on the prerequisites for the courses I wanted to take, so when I went to register yesterday, three or four came up with big red warning messages saying I wasn't allowed to take them. So after a little debate and not a little stress, I decided that this was probably the easiest course of action, in order not to completely mess up my timetable.

Next time, maybe I'll write about the woman who came in when I was alone in at work the other night. That was a BAD night... but I'll give you a little break from my whinings, for a change.

Til then,

K